DUTCH GIRL




Shopping for slutty clothes and other things.

2003-07-28 - 1:06 a.m.

Today was definately the best day of the weekend (maybe because it wasn't alone??)

I didn't go out Saturday night, so I actually got a good night's sleep (9 whole blissful hours). Woke up late, lazed around for a couple of hours, and then Shari called and we decided to go out shopping for something to wear to the big "the-bar-is-closing" party tomorrow night.

This bar is our serious regular hang-out, almost more like a second home. I know that might sound sad to some, but it's a little bit like the Cheers bar for the theatre crowd here in our town and all the staff are dear friends. They close Tuesday for a month and then re-open in their new location, so they're having a big bash tomorrow night. Door prizes, awards, video clips of friends who can't be there, me "guest bartending" for a small portion of the evening (thank god, since I know how to mix so few drinks) and much more madness and mayhem. We're planning to watch the sun come up and then make breakfast in the bar before the moving has to start the next day.

So ... Shari and I had decided that we needed to shop - any excuse will usually do. We both have these wild porn-star shoes (mine are black velvet, about 41/2 inches high) and I've never actually worn them anywhere, since they make me more than 6 feet tall, plus I'm sure they're going to throw my back out. Shari's are red and equally tall and porn-queenish. Anyhow, we decided the shoes should make an appearance in the bar and we needed clothes to go with them.

After much driving around and looking in second hand stores (in blistering heat all day) we finally went to a mall and decided the only way to go was slutty-girl clothes. The invite to the party said "dress sexy" and we've decided to go with down-town sort of sexy, as opposed to all the folks who I'm sure will show up all up-town. I hope folks don't think we've had a hard summer and needed to make extra money, but what the hell.

Shari got this black and white leopard-skin patterned sequin halter top, which she's going to wear with jeans and the shoes. I settled on jeans as well (70's style bell-bottoms) with a black "wife-beater" t-shirt and a fair amount of biker-bitch bondage leather shit. We gave ourselves skanky names for the evening - Rebel and Bullet - and bought really scary sluttish fake tatoos from a machine in the bathroom of a bar. We're either going to be fabulous at the party, or total idiots. Shari's husband is going to dress as our pimp - ala "Huggy Bear" from Starsky and Hutch.

After the shopping extraviganza, I went off to play volley ball, again in the blistering heat (what's with this damned weather?). Shock and suprise, we won all four games. That's never happened before.

Afterwards, we headed down to the bar for a last Sunday night in the old space. Topped the day off with a couple of Corona's and some really good fresh oysters that one of J's waiter friends brought in from the sea-food restaurant down the block. Nummy.

Home now. Very tired. A cool shower to wash off the sweat and dirt from volley ball and I'm writing this while my laundry dries.

The only downsides to the day were that a.) I didn't get my computer work done and don't know when I'm going to do it now. I guess maybe Tuesday when I'm home with a hang-over after the party. And b.) R jammed out again tonight. He said he had some sort of family crisis and I'm sure that's true and I shouldn't hold that against him. But I've started to feel like all of his "please don't go out of my life" is really more like "please don't go out of my life when it's convenient for me". Men.

Vorig - Daarna

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